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ginger_lustTitle: A Life Less Passionate
Creator:sperrywink
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/characters: Ron/Draco
Warnings/content: Highlight to read *A little violence. Some possible consent issues.*
Medium/word count: 3,270 words & A Fan Mix
Summary: Ron loses his passion.
Notes: beta'd bytarachan.
Prompt: 35 Through our great good fortune, in our youth our hearts were touched with fire. It was given to us to learn at the outset that life is a profound and passionate thing. - Oliver Wendell Holmes
Ron Weasley Rocks my Socks Fan Mix
Fall Out Boy- What A Catch, Donnie
Rise Against- Long Forgotten Sons
Queen- We Are The Champions
The Academy Is- You Might Have Noticed
Empires- Spit The Dark
My Chemical Romance- Sleep
Dashboard Confessional- Water and Bridges
Pink- Please Don't Leave Me
Gnarls Barkley- Surprise
Linkin Park- Forgotten
Snow Patrol-Shut Your Eyes
Dashboard Confessional- Everybody Learns From Disaster
Fan Mix: can be found here on yousendit.
Ron came home to find Harry, Hermione and Ginny all waiting for him. Having them in his flat wasn't unusual, but they were usually laughing and joking, listening to the wireless and preparing supper. This time they were sitting in a deathly quiet living room and they all jumped up as soon as he entered. Hermione was even wringing her hands. Suddenly tense, Ron slowly closed the door. Looking at each of them in turn, he asked, "What's up?"
Ginny and Harry looked at Hermione. So did Ron. Hermione looked at the other two and then huffed in exasperation. It was so familiar. Ron wanted to smile, but he was too leery. Determinedly, Hermione said, "All of us are concerned about you, Ron. We decided to stage a Muggle intervention."
Flummoxed, Ron said, "An inter-what?"
Going into lecture mode, Hermione said, "An intervention. It is where a person's closest family and friends respectfully confront the person about destructive or unhealthy behaviours with the goal of that person changing their behaviour."
"Destructive behaviours? You've all gone bonkers." Neither Harry nor Ginny would meet his gaze.
"If you would just sit down-"
Crossing his arms, Ron said, "I'd rather stand."
Hermione huffed again. "There's no need to be defensive. This is for your own good, Ron."
"I don't see how. I'm fine."
"You're not fine." Hermione walked forward and put her hand on Ron's forearm. "You're just going through the motions."
Feeling inexplicably trapped, Ron shook off Hermione's hand. "I don't know what you're talking about."
A brief flicker of hurt crossed Hermione's face, but then her determination showed through again. She latched onto Ron's arm and tugged him over to a chair and pushed him into it. Feeling out of sorts, Ron didn't put up much of a resistance. Resigned to endure whatever the hell this was, since he knew Hermione would get her way eventually, he figured he might as well get this over and done with so he could eat his dinner. Hermione said, "That's the problem. Harry, why don't you start. You're the one who brought it to my attention, after all."
Harry looked startled and he blushed slightly. "Er. Right. I just commented that you weren't as fiery as you were when we were kids."
Hermione huffed yet again. "Remember, Harry, you have to give concrete examples or this doesn't work."
Looking as trapped and uncomfortable as Ron felt, Harry said, "Right, I forgot. Um. Well. When the Cannons won that game, you didn't crow it from the rooftops. You hugged me and then just sat there smiling. Which is fine, I guess. But it’s just not how I would have thought you'd react. I thought you'd be more excited."
Ron's mouth gaped open. "You're upset that I didn't rub it in your face that the Cannons won? How petty can you be, Harry."
Looking at both of them as if they were recalcitrant children, Hermione said, "Harry! You aren't supposed to blame Ron! You're supposed to talk about how Ron's actions made you feel."
Starting now to look exasperated, Harry said, "Fine! I felt dismayed that you were so muted about the Cannon's win. I felt like I was with some polite stranger, not my best friend."
"Fine. I'll act more excited when the Cannons win. Are we done here?" Harry's words made Ron feel uncomfortable and exposed. He was excited that the Cannons had finally won a game; he just wasn't sixteen any more. Everybody had to grow up some time, right? He started to rise from the chair, but Hermione pushed him back down again. She said, "Ginny, how about you?"
Looking more confident than Harry, Ginny said, "When Charlie came out, you barely said a word about it. I expected to share my shock with you, but you just brushed me off. I felt hurt and alone." She then leaned forward and spoke earnestly. "Ron, I agreed to this because I'm worried about you. I want my brother back, not this empty shell.”
Ron was moved by her plea, but he didn't know how to respond. He looked away and avoided everyone's gaze.
Hermione knelt in front of Ron and said, "When I started dating Percy, you barely batted an eyelash, Ron. I was expecting fireworks, and all I got was the cold shoulder. It isn't like you to just bottle stuff up and it saddens me to see it. We just want our old Ron back."
Feeling trapped again and unable to look away from her eyes, Ron said, "I don't know what to tell you. I've grown up. You were always telling me to grow up and I have. Now you don't like it."
"Ron, I wanted you to grow up, not grow numb." There were tears in her eyes.
Pleading, Ron said, "Don't cry, Hermione. I never know what to do when you cry."
Hermione hiccupped and threw her arms around Ron. She whispered, "Just think about what we said. Find something that makes you feel alive again."
Ron hugged her back and fought back his own tears. He was confused and still a little hurt, but he would do anything for Hermione. If she thought something was wrong, then as always, she was probably right. Ron just hated admitting it.
The intervention broke up then. Harry and Ginny went back home and although Hermione stayed for dinner, she kept the conversation light. Ron was glad that she knew him so well. He wasn't ready for any more talk about feelings.
Ron told himself that extending his lunch hour and going to see the new Firebolt display at Quality Quidditch Supplies was just part of his job at the Department of Sports and Games. He didn't want to wait until the weekend when it would be crazy and full of kids. He'd like the time to really study the brooms and maybe talk the clerk into a test ride.
The bell on the door dinged as he went through and he immediately had to duck because of a flying snitch that was circling the shop. Inside it smelled of oiled leather and freshly varnished wood. Quality Quidditch Supplies also repaired brooms and Quidditch gear, besides selling new stuff. As Ron had hoped, the shop was mostly empty. There were just two or three other shoppers, none near the new Firebolt display, thankfully.
Ron was so caught up in the broom, that he was startled when a voice drawled from behind him. "Move your fat arse, Weasel, and let other people get a look, why don't you?"
Turning around sharply, Ron's blood boiled. Malfoy. "I would, but I don't see any people around here. Just vermin." He moved his weight to the balls of his feet and loomed over Malfoy who was a couple inches shorter than him.
Malfoy sneered and brushed some imaginary dust off his jacket, but he still took a half a step back. Ron wanted to crow in triumph; it was so exhilarating confronting Malfoy. Malfoy said, "I'm sure the shop would prefer customers who can actually afford their products. Why don't I call them over and we'll see, huh?"
Anger zinging through Ron's veins, he gave Malfoy a little shove as he said, "I'm sure the shop doesn't want your filthy, ill-gotten galleons."
Fleetingly Malfoy looked frightened and his hand went to his sleeve, although he didn't take out his wand. Ron felt satisfaction at getting a good hit in, but then Malfoy's face clouded with anger and he pushed Ron back. "And I'm sure they don't want your unkempt drool all over their products."
Ron shoved Malfoy harder this time and he stumbled back. Malfoy, looking as furious as Ron felt, got into Ron's face and snarled before shoving Ron hard with both hands. Ron, ready for the attack, bodily pushed back against Malfoy's hot hands with a vicious grin. "You think you can take me? You're even dumber than I thought."
His face transforming into a look of genuine fear, Malfoy made a grab for his wand, but Ron was ready for that move. His hands whipped up to grip Malfoy's wrists, holding his hands in place. Ron then walked Malfoy backwards until his back hit the wall. Malfoy struggled, but he had grown into a slight build and he was no match for Ron. With rising panic in his voice, Malfoy said, "Let go of me!"
With Malfoy panting and panicking in his grip, Ron suddenly got what Hermione had been trying to tell him. He felt more alive than he had felt in years. If there was one thing he still felt passionate about, it was hating Malfoy. The rush of feeling was so intoxicating his cock was getting hard from the excitement which was another thing missing from his life. Unfortunately, now that Ron had Malfoy where he wanted him, he didn't know what to do with him. Malfoy twisted his hips trying to get away, and Ron slammed his hips into Malfoy's to stop the move. They both gasped at the contact and now Ron was panting as hard as Malfoy. Malfoy's startled gaze flew to Ron's. His eyes were so dilated that the grey was only a thin circlet filled with black.
Ron released one of Malfoy's hands, not his wand hand of course, and gripped the back of Malfoy's head to hold him in place as Ron's mouth captured Malfoy's in a brutal kiss. Ron was beyond coherency, and he just rode the wave of emotions coursing through him. Malfoy made a choking sound that turned into a moan as his lips fought for dominance in the way Malfoy always fought Ron.
Malfoy's tongue snuck into Ron's mouth and Ron sucked on it greedily. Their heads slanted in opposite directions so that they could deepen the kiss as Ron's hand tightened in Malfoy's silken hair. Ron rubbed his cock against Malfoy, feeling the answering hardness.
The kiss lasted for what seemed like forever until a crashing sound had Ron jumping away from Malfoy like a scalded cat. They stood there gaping at each other, until Ron remembered the sound and turned around to find the store clerk had knocked over a display of bludgers in his haste to get to Ron and Malfoy. The clerk had a gobsmacked look on his face as his gaze travelled from Ron's face to Malfoy's, and it suddenly dawned on Ron just what he and Malfoy had been doing. A furious blush heated his cheeks and he pushed past the clerk, stumbling over a bludger or two in his haste towards the door. The bell on the door tinkled wildly as he threw it open and the cool outside air wafted over him. He stood looking around Diagon Alley wildly before remembering that he had to go back to work.
He mumbled, "Shite!" as he rushed towards the Ministry building and tried to clear his mind of the insanity that had just happened.
By the end of the day, Ron had mostly blocked out the memory of Malfoy and Malfoy's mouth. Or rather he pretended to as he stared at his paperwork and the images fluttered in his brain. He was outwardly calm when Harry slipped into his office. However, the awkward look on Harry's face brought it all crashing back into the forefront of Ron's mind, and he blushed again as Harry just stood there shuffling his weight from one foot to the other.
Harry said, "Er, so I hear you went to the Quidditch shop."
Ron thumped his head onto his desk. "Is it all over the Ministry, then?"
"The Ministry? Try the entire wizarding world, you mean."
"Oh Merlin."
Having Ron acknowledge the incident seemed to loosen Harry's body and tongue, because he finally came fully into Ron's office and settled in the spare chair. His voice dripping incredulity, Harry asked, "Malfoy?"
Ron lifted his head from his desk and glared at Harry. "You said-- you all said-- to find something I was passionate about!"
A look of shock covered Harry's face. "And you're passionate about Malfoy?"
"No! Yes! Passionate about hating him!"
Looking cagey and dropping his gaze, Harry said, "From what I hear, you were just plain old passionate, Ron."
"It wasn't like that! We were arguing, like always, and then I shoved him and he shoved me. I shoved back harder, and then, well then, we were kissing and I don't know how that happened!"
Harry bit his lip as Ron begged him silently to understand. Cautiously, Harry said, "Sounds like plain old passion to me, Ron."
Ron thumped his head back onto his desk. "I know. I don't know what is wrong with me. Malfoy's a git."
"Well, yeah. But he's always been your git, in a way."
Ron stared at Harry incredulously.
"I mean, he's always paid you particular git-ish attention. He obviously feels something for you too."
Ron said, "So what you're telling me is that Malfoy acting like a prick was his way of flirting?"
Harry shrugged. "Stranger things have happened." He then rubbed his scar and shrugged again.
"I thought you would be more upset. I'm more upset than you are."
"Well, we did say we wanted the old Ron back and I must say, this is definitely the kind of scrape the old Ron would have got up to." Harry grinned at him sheepishly and Ron couldn't help smiling back.
"I did feel more alive fighting with Malfoy than I've felt in awhile," Ron admitted.
A huge smile blossomed on Harry's face. "See! We told you you could snap out of it. I didn't think it would take Malfoy to do it, but if that’s the price I have to accept, then so be it."
"I really don't know, Harry. This might have been a one time thing."
Sombre, Harry stood up and walked to the door. "Well, that's for you to decide, but don't toss the idea out without considering it. If anyone could make it work, it's you, Ron."
Harry left and Ron was left with his jumbled thoughts.
Half wondering what the hell he was doing, Ron Apparated to Malfoy Manor after work. He looked up at the imposing building, and, gulping, rang the door.
A house elf opened the door and waved him in silently. Ron didn't know if that meant Malfoy was expecting him or if that was just the elf's custom. The foyer was just as imposing as the outside. It was acres of white marble and antique vases.
Malfoy came slowly down the steps with a fierce look on his face. "I thought you would know better, but that is expecting too much of you, isn't it, Weasley?"
Ron opened his mouth to answer the insult, but before he could get a word out, Malfoy stalked up to him and, in a reverse of earlier, pushed Ron until his back was against the wall. Too stunned to fight back as Malfoy continued talking, Ron let him.
"Let's all make fun of poof Malfoy, right?" Malfoy dropped to his knees and Ron gawked down at him. Even with the completely inexplicable turn of events, Ron's cock still started to harden. Malfoy's mouth was right there after all! As he began undoing Ron's trousers, Malfoy said, "This is what you came here for, right, Weasley?"
Malfoy then sucked Ron's cock into his mouth and all that came out of Ron's mouth was a startled moan. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Malfoy and the delicious look of his mouth wrapped around Ron’s cock. Malfoy bobbed his head and sucked, and Ron got lost in the sensations. He gripped Malfoy's head to ride out the motions and threw his head back, thumping it against the wall.
Ron came in an embarrassingly short amount of time. He consoled himself that it had been too long and that, oddly enough, Malfoy was just that good. Malfoy swallowed until Ron became over-sensitive and pulled Malfoy's head away.
Standing up, Malfoy huskily said, "You got what you came for, now get out and don't come back." He then turned and started stalking off, but his words had snapped Ron out of his blissed-out stupor, so Ron had the presence of mind to grab Malfoy's arm and pull him hard back into Ron's arms.
Malfoy snarled and tried to twist away, but Ron held him firmly and tightly. As if calming a frightened cat, Ron said, "Hey. Hey." Unable to get away, Malfoy stiffened and turned his head away from Ron's face. He remained silent. Wryly, Ron said, "Just for the record, I came to ask you out on a date. A real date. I don't know why you did what you did, but I'd like to return the favor."
Twisting his head to try and catch Malfoy's gaze, Ron waited for a response. It was a long wait, but then gradually, Malfoy relaxed piece by piece in his arms and finally turned towards Ron. There was challenge in his eyes as he said, "Weasley, you wouldn't know a real date if it came up and bit you. I'd have to plan everything."
Smiling, because if there was one thing Ron knew, it was fighting with Malfoy, he said, "Just because I don't want some fancy French restaurant with candlelight and stupid music, doesn't mean I won't know how to treat you right in other arenas." Ron then ostentatiously leered at Malfoy.
Malfoy's breath caught and he searched Ron's face for a long moment. Softening even further, cautiously Malfoy said, "I guess you could show your regard for me, if you wanted to."
Easily and delicately, Ron turned them so that Malfoy's back was against the wall. Malfoy placed his palms against the wall, with fingers spread. Now it was Ron's turn to drop to his knees. Ron didn't have any experience giving a blow job, but he figured his experience in receiving them would translate. He unbuttoned Malfoy's trousers and pulled out his slender cock. Before he could rethink his actions, he slid it into his mouth and began sucking.
Groaning loudly, Malfoy's whole body stiffened and one of his knees lifted and bent outward to give Ron more room. Ron sucked and bobbed his head like Malfoy, and just as his jaw started aching, Malfoy came with a violent shudder that had him bending in half over Ron. Malfoy pulled Ron off him and then he crumbled to the floor in an inelegant heap.
Ron watched him for a minute, admiring the view. Then his own lassitude came back, and he stretched out on the floor and pulled Malfoy into his arms. Malfoy resisted at first, but then snuggled in. Malfoy said, "You still owe me dinner."
Smiling up at the ceiling, Ron said, "How about dinner and a Quidditch match?"
Malfoy turned his head so he could look at Ron. "You're actually serious about this."
Considering what to tell Malfoy, Ron took a minute to answer. He certainly wasn't going to tell Malfoy about the whole intervention thing and he didn’t feel like asking about Malfoy’s speech at the beginning of the evening. That certainly indicated more baggage than Ron wanted. At least just yet. Instead he simply said, "I am. I really am."
Seeming bewildered but accepting, Malfoy said, "Well, all right then."
Ron pulled Malfoy tighter. He guessed he would have to start thinking of him as Draco now and the thought made him smile. This could be the start of something magical. It would certainly be passionate which was all Ron needed in life.
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Creator:
sperrywinkRating: NC-17
Pairing/characters: Ron/Draco
Warnings/content: Highlight to read *A little violence. Some possible consent issues.*
Medium/word count: 3,270 words & A Fan Mix
Summary: Ron loses his passion.
Notes: beta'd by
tarachan.Prompt: 35 Through our great good fortune, in our youth our hearts were touched with fire. It was given to us to learn at the outset that life is a profound and passionate thing. - Oliver Wendell Holmes
Ron Weasley Rocks my Socks Fan Mix
Fall Out Boy- What A Catch, Donnie
Rise Against- Long Forgotten Sons
Queen- We Are The Champions
The Academy Is- You Might Have Noticed
Empires- Spit The Dark
My Chemical Romance- Sleep
Dashboard Confessional- Water and Bridges
Pink- Please Don't Leave Me
Gnarls Barkley- Surprise
Linkin Park- Forgotten
Snow Patrol-Shut Your Eyes
Dashboard Confessional- Everybody Learns From Disaster
Fan Mix: can be found here on yousendit.
Ron came home to find Harry, Hermione and Ginny all waiting for him. Having them in his flat wasn't unusual, but they were usually laughing and joking, listening to the wireless and preparing supper. This time they were sitting in a deathly quiet living room and they all jumped up as soon as he entered. Hermione was even wringing her hands. Suddenly tense, Ron slowly closed the door. Looking at each of them in turn, he asked, "What's up?"
Ginny and Harry looked at Hermione. So did Ron. Hermione looked at the other two and then huffed in exasperation. It was so familiar. Ron wanted to smile, but he was too leery. Determinedly, Hermione said, "All of us are concerned about you, Ron. We decided to stage a Muggle intervention."
Flummoxed, Ron said, "An inter-what?"
Going into lecture mode, Hermione said, "An intervention. It is where a person's closest family and friends respectfully confront the person about destructive or unhealthy behaviours with the goal of that person changing their behaviour."
"Destructive behaviours? You've all gone bonkers." Neither Harry nor Ginny would meet his gaze.
"If you would just sit down-"
Crossing his arms, Ron said, "I'd rather stand."
Hermione huffed again. "There's no need to be defensive. This is for your own good, Ron."
"I don't see how. I'm fine."
"You're not fine." Hermione walked forward and put her hand on Ron's forearm. "You're just going through the motions."
Feeling inexplicably trapped, Ron shook off Hermione's hand. "I don't know what you're talking about."
A brief flicker of hurt crossed Hermione's face, but then her determination showed through again. She latched onto Ron's arm and tugged him over to a chair and pushed him into it. Feeling out of sorts, Ron didn't put up much of a resistance. Resigned to endure whatever the hell this was, since he knew Hermione would get her way eventually, he figured he might as well get this over and done with so he could eat his dinner. Hermione said, "That's the problem. Harry, why don't you start. You're the one who brought it to my attention, after all."
Harry looked startled and he blushed slightly. "Er. Right. I just commented that you weren't as fiery as you were when we were kids."
Hermione huffed yet again. "Remember, Harry, you have to give concrete examples or this doesn't work."
Looking as trapped and uncomfortable as Ron felt, Harry said, "Right, I forgot. Um. Well. When the Cannons won that game, you didn't crow it from the rooftops. You hugged me and then just sat there smiling. Which is fine, I guess. But it’s just not how I would have thought you'd react. I thought you'd be more excited."
Ron's mouth gaped open. "You're upset that I didn't rub it in your face that the Cannons won? How petty can you be, Harry."
Looking at both of them as if they were recalcitrant children, Hermione said, "Harry! You aren't supposed to blame Ron! You're supposed to talk about how Ron's actions made you feel."
Starting now to look exasperated, Harry said, "Fine! I felt dismayed that you were so muted about the Cannon's win. I felt like I was with some polite stranger, not my best friend."
"Fine. I'll act more excited when the Cannons win. Are we done here?" Harry's words made Ron feel uncomfortable and exposed. He was excited that the Cannons had finally won a game; he just wasn't sixteen any more. Everybody had to grow up some time, right? He started to rise from the chair, but Hermione pushed him back down again. She said, "Ginny, how about you?"
Looking more confident than Harry, Ginny said, "When Charlie came out, you barely said a word about it. I expected to share my shock with you, but you just brushed me off. I felt hurt and alone." She then leaned forward and spoke earnestly. "Ron, I agreed to this because I'm worried about you. I want my brother back, not this empty shell.”
Ron was moved by her plea, but he didn't know how to respond. He looked away and avoided everyone's gaze.
Hermione knelt in front of Ron and said, "When I started dating Percy, you barely batted an eyelash, Ron. I was expecting fireworks, and all I got was the cold shoulder. It isn't like you to just bottle stuff up and it saddens me to see it. We just want our old Ron back."
Feeling trapped again and unable to look away from her eyes, Ron said, "I don't know what to tell you. I've grown up. You were always telling me to grow up and I have. Now you don't like it."
"Ron, I wanted you to grow up, not grow numb." There were tears in her eyes.
Pleading, Ron said, "Don't cry, Hermione. I never know what to do when you cry."
Hermione hiccupped and threw her arms around Ron. She whispered, "Just think about what we said. Find something that makes you feel alive again."
Ron hugged her back and fought back his own tears. He was confused and still a little hurt, but he would do anything for Hermione. If she thought something was wrong, then as always, she was probably right. Ron just hated admitting it.
The intervention broke up then. Harry and Ginny went back home and although Hermione stayed for dinner, she kept the conversation light. Ron was glad that she knew him so well. He wasn't ready for any more talk about feelings.
Ron told himself that extending his lunch hour and going to see the new Firebolt display at Quality Quidditch Supplies was just part of his job at the Department of Sports and Games. He didn't want to wait until the weekend when it would be crazy and full of kids. He'd like the time to really study the brooms and maybe talk the clerk into a test ride.
The bell on the door dinged as he went through and he immediately had to duck because of a flying snitch that was circling the shop. Inside it smelled of oiled leather and freshly varnished wood. Quality Quidditch Supplies also repaired brooms and Quidditch gear, besides selling new stuff. As Ron had hoped, the shop was mostly empty. There were just two or three other shoppers, none near the new Firebolt display, thankfully.
Ron was so caught up in the broom, that he was startled when a voice drawled from behind him. "Move your fat arse, Weasel, and let other people get a look, why don't you?"
Turning around sharply, Ron's blood boiled. Malfoy. "I would, but I don't see any people around here. Just vermin." He moved his weight to the balls of his feet and loomed over Malfoy who was a couple inches shorter than him.
Malfoy sneered and brushed some imaginary dust off his jacket, but he still took a half a step back. Ron wanted to crow in triumph; it was so exhilarating confronting Malfoy. Malfoy said, "I'm sure the shop would prefer customers who can actually afford their products. Why don't I call them over and we'll see, huh?"
Anger zinging through Ron's veins, he gave Malfoy a little shove as he said, "I'm sure the shop doesn't want your filthy, ill-gotten galleons."
Fleetingly Malfoy looked frightened and his hand went to his sleeve, although he didn't take out his wand. Ron felt satisfaction at getting a good hit in, but then Malfoy's face clouded with anger and he pushed Ron back. "And I'm sure they don't want your unkempt drool all over their products."
Ron shoved Malfoy harder this time and he stumbled back. Malfoy, looking as furious as Ron felt, got into Ron's face and snarled before shoving Ron hard with both hands. Ron, ready for the attack, bodily pushed back against Malfoy's hot hands with a vicious grin. "You think you can take me? You're even dumber than I thought."
His face transforming into a look of genuine fear, Malfoy made a grab for his wand, but Ron was ready for that move. His hands whipped up to grip Malfoy's wrists, holding his hands in place. Ron then walked Malfoy backwards until his back hit the wall. Malfoy struggled, but he had grown into a slight build and he was no match for Ron. With rising panic in his voice, Malfoy said, "Let go of me!"
With Malfoy panting and panicking in his grip, Ron suddenly got what Hermione had been trying to tell him. He felt more alive than he had felt in years. If there was one thing he still felt passionate about, it was hating Malfoy. The rush of feeling was so intoxicating his cock was getting hard from the excitement which was another thing missing from his life. Unfortunately, now that Ron had Malfoy where he wanted him, he didn't know what to do with him. Malfoy twisted his hips trying to get away, and Ron slammed his hips into Malfoy's to stop the move. They both gasped at the contact and now Ron was panting as hard as Malfoy. Malfoy's startled gaze flew to Ron's. His eyes were so dilated that the grey was only a thin circlet filled with black.
Ron released one of Malfoy's hands, not his wand hand of course, and gripped the back of Malfoy's head to hold him in place as Ron's mouth captured Malfoy's in a brutal kiss. Ron was beyond coherency, and he just rode the wave of emotions coursing through him. Malfoy made a choking sound that turned into a moan as his lips fought for dominance in the way Malfoy always fought Ron.
Malfoy's tongue snuck into Ron's mouth and Ron sucked on it greedily. Their heads slanted in opposite directions so that they could deepen the kiss as Ron's hand tightened in Malfoy's silken hair. Ron rubbed his cock against Malfoy, feeling the answering hardness.
The kiss lasted for what seemed like forever until a crashing sound had Ron jumping away from Malfoy like a scalded cat. They stood there gaping at each other, until Ron remembered the sound and turned around to find the store clerk had knocked over a display of bludgers in his haste to get to Ron and Malfoy. The clerk had a gobsmacked look on his face as his gaze travelled from Ron's face to Malfoy's, and it suddenly dawned on Ron just what he and Malfoy had been doing. A furious blush heated his cheeks and he pushed past the clerk, stumbling over a bludger or two in his haste towards the door. The bell on the door tinkled wildly as he threw it open and the cool outside air wafted over him. He stood looking around Diagon Alley wildly before remembering that he had to go back to work.
He mumbled, "Shite!" as he rushed towards the Ministry building and tried to clear his mind of the insanity that had just happened.
By the end of the day, Ron had mostly blocked out the memory of Malfoy and Malfoy's mouth. Or rather he pretended to as he stared at his paperwork and the images fluttered in his brain. He was outwardly calm when Harry slipped into his office. However, the awkward look on Harry's face brought it all crashing back into the forefront of Ron's mind, and he blushed again as Harry just stood there shuffling his weight from one foot to the other.
Harry said, "Er, so I hear you went to the Quidditch shop."
Ron thumped his head onto his desk. "Is it all over the Ministry, then?"
"The Ministry? Try the entire wizarding world, you mean."
"Oh Merlin."
Having Ron acknowledge the incident seemed to loosen Harry's body and tongue, because he finally came fully into Ron's office and settled in the spare chair. His voice dripping incredulity, Harry asked, "Malfoy?"
Ron lifted his head from his desk and glared at Harry. "You said-- you all said-- to find something I was passionate about!"
A look of shock covered Harry's face. "And you're passionate about Malfoy?"
"No! Yes! Passionate about hating him!"
Looking cagey and dropping his gaze, Harry said, "From what I hear, you were just plain old passionate, Ron."
"It wasn't like that! We were arguing, like always, and then I shoved him and he shoved me. I shoved back harder, and then, well then, we were kissing and I don't know how that happened!"
Harry bit his lip as Ron begged him silently to understand. Cautiously, Harry said, "Sounds like plain old passion to me, Ron."
Ron thumped his head back onto his desk. "I know. I don't know what is wrong with me. Malfoy's a git."
"Well, yeah. But he's always been your git, in a way."
Ron stared at Harry incredulously.
"I mean, he's always paid you particular git-ish attention. He obviously feels something for you too."
Ron said, "So what you're telling me is that Malfoy acting like a prick was his way of flirting?"
Harry shrugged. "Stranger things have happened." He then rubbed his scar and shrugged again.
"I thought you would be more upset. I'm more upset than you are."
"Well, we did say we wanted the old Ron back and I must say, this is definitely the kind of scrape the old Ron would have got up to." Harry grinned at him sheepishly and Ron couldn't help smiling back.
"I did feel more alive fighting with Malfoy than I've felt in awhile," Ron admitted.
A huge smile blossomed on Harry's face. "See! We told you you could snap out of it. I didn't think it would take Malfoy to do it, but if that’s the price I have to accept, then so be it."
"I really don't know, Harry. This might have been a one time thing."
Sombre, Harry stood up and walked to the door. "Well, that's for you to decide, but don't toss the idea out without considering it. If anyone could make it work, it's you, Ron."
Harry left and Ron was left with his jumbled thoughts.
Half wondering what the hell he was doing, Ron Apparated to Malfoy Manor after work. He looked up at the imposing building, and, gulping, rang the door.
A house elf opened the door and waved him in silently. Ron didn't know if that meant Malfoy was expecting him or if that was just the elf's custom. The foyer was just as imposing as the outside. It was acres of white marble and antique vases.
Malfoy came slowly down the steps with a fierce look on his face. "I thought you would know better, but that is expecting too much of you, isn't it, Weasley?"
Ron opened his mouth to answer the insult, but before he could get a word out, Malfoy stalked up to him and, in a reverse of earlier, pushed Ron until his back was against the wall. Too stunned to fight back as Malfoy continued talking, Ron let him.
"Let's all make fun of poof Malfoy, right?" Malfoy dropped to his knees and Ron gawked down at him. Even with the completely inexplicable turn of events, Ron's cock still started to harden. Malfoy's mouth was right there after all! As he began undoing Ron's trousers, Malfoy said, "This is what you came here for, right, Weasley?"
Malfoy then sucked Ron's cock into his mouth and all that came out of Ron's mouth was a startled moan. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Malfoy and the delicious look of his mouth wrapped around Ron’s cock. Malfoy bobbed his head and sucked, and Ron got lost in the sensations. He gripped Malfoy's head to ride out the motions and threw his head back, thumping it against the wall.
Ron came in an embarrassingly short amount of time. He consoled himself that it had been too long and that, oddly enough, Malfoy was just that good. Malfoy swallowed until Ron became over-sensitive and pulled Malfoy's head away.
Standing up, Malfoy huskily said, "You got what you came for, now get out and don't come back." He then turned and started stalking off, but his words had snapped Ron out of his blissed-out stupor, so Ron had the presence of mind to grab Malfoy's arm and pull him hard back into Ron's arms.
Malfoy snarled and tried to twist away, but Ron held him firmly and tightly. As if calming a frightened cat, Ron said, "Hey. Hey." Unable to get away, Malfoy stiffened and turned his head away from Ron's face. He remained silent. Wryly, Ron said, "Just for the record, I came to ask you out on a date. A real date. I don't know why you did what you did, but I'd like to return the favor."
Twisting his head to try and catch Malfoy's gaze, Ron waited for a response. It was a long wait, but then gradually, Malfoy relaxed piece by piece in his arms and finally turned towards Ron. There was challenge in his eyes as he said, "Weasley, you wouldn't know a real date if it came up and bit you. I'd have to plan everything."
Smiling, because if there was one thing Ron knew, it was fighting with Malfoy, he said, "Just because I don't want some fancy French restaurant with candlelight and stupid music, doesn't mean I won't know how to treat you right in other arenas." Ron then ostentatiously leered at Malfoy.
Malfoy's breath caught and he searched Ron's face for a long moment. Softening even further, cautiously Malfoy said, "I guess you could show your regard for me, if you wanted to."
Easily and delicately, Ron turned them so that Malfoy's back was against the wall. Malfoy placed his palms against the wall, with fingers spread. Now it was Ron's turn to drop to his knees. Ron didn't have any experience giving a blow job, but he figured his experience in receiving them would translate. He unbuttoned Malfoy's trousers and pulled out his slender cock. Before he could rethink his actions, he slid it into his mouth and began sucking.
Groaning loudly, Malfoy's whole body stiffened and one of his knees lifted and bent outward to give Ron more room. Ron sucked and bobbed his head like Malfoy, and just as his jaw started aching, Malfoy came with a violent shudder that had him bending in half over Ron. Malfoy pulled Ron off him and then he crumbled to the floor in an inelegant heap.
Ron watched him for a minute, admiring the view. Then his own lassitude came back, and he stretched out on the floor and pulled Malfoy into his arms. Malfoy resisted at first, but then snuggled in. Malfoy said, "You still owe me dinner."
Smiling up at the ceiling, Ron said, "How about dinner and a Quidditch match?"
Malfoy turned his head so he could look at Ron. "You're actually serious about this."
Considering what to tell Malfoy, Ron took a minute to answer. He certainly wasn't going to tell Malfoy about the whole intervention thing and he didn’t feel like asking about Malfoy’s speech at the beginning of the evening. That certainly indicated more baggage than Ron wanted. At least just yet. Instead he simply said, "I am. I really am."
Seeming bewildered but accepting, Malfoy said, "Well, all right then."
Ron pulled Malfoy tighter. He guessed he would have to start thinking of him as Draco now and the thought made him smile. This could be the start of something magical. It would certainly be passionate which was all Ron needed in life.
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